Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Brother

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gh her veins. She clawed at the collar of her champagne silk gown, her tremb

beneath the ballroom's crystal chandeliers, smiling as he

with an oily tenderness. "Be a good girl tonight, and your brothe

t to drink it. Dwight was only eighteen, and had been in a coma ever since the car crash; every breath he took at St. Luke's P

as a keycard slid through the lock. The t

runner, her knees folding. The guard half-shoved, half-carried her through the door

swallowed

ogne Demario favored. It smelled of fresh cedar, cold r

sole table in the foyer, her th

hoarse, broken. "Is that you

floor-to-ceiling glass wall

d and steadied. In that brief flash, a sha

es caught the faint glow of the Manhattan skyline outside, fixing o

ood again. Her knees gave out comp

never came. S

ides. Strong, calloused fingers closed around her sl

lent shudder down her spine. She didn't pull away - her trembling hands blindly

ce buried against his chest, and his

against her ear, carrying a biting scorn and something unnameable and r

with deliberate pressure down her spine, searing through th

er teeth sank into her lower lip, biting until the sh

ed, arching her slender

er, and she instinctively pressed her burnin

d and shallow, brushing

hard around her waist.

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his voice a low, hoarse growl. "S

sh her away.

ociety, and the gaunt, machine-bound face of her comatose brother Dwight all swirled through her

ed her trembling, burning lip

was clumsy. And it

rned him this was a trap, but the dark hunger surgi

ist, lifted her off her feet, and slammed her

weight. The fragile seams split with a sharp, violent tear

fluid motion, kicking

s swallowed them as he thre

nst the glass, casting the dim, distant neon of

ton's left forearm went pale and stark in the dim moonligh

adth of his back, raking faint crescents of

he room with a searing white. In that instant, the raw, un

tion overwhelmed Darlene's consciousness. With a faint, broken whimpe

ettled into a steady

headboard. His long, calloused fingers slowly wound a strand o

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